Weeks later………As Damian walked into the living room, Ivy looked up from her book and smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Hey, dear," she said, her voice husky."Hey, dear," he smiled as he walked up to her. He leaned in and stole a kiss from her. "How was your night?""What can I say? A billionaire tucked me in to sleep last night."Damian's face lit up with a radiant smile as he approached her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle caress. The kiss deepened, their lips moving in perfect sync.Ivy's hands instinctively went to Damian's tie, her fingers deftly knotting it as they continued to kiss. Their lips parted for a moment, and Damian's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with desire."Your night was fantastic, huh?" Damian whispered, his voice low and husky. "I'm glad to hear that."Ivy's cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it's not every night that a billionaire tucks me into bed," she teased, her voice playful.Damian chuckled,
Ivy's eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping open when she saw an aged woman standing in front of the door. At first glance, she could tell that the woman was elegant and wealthy; her outfit and jewelry made it obvious.The woman stood at the door, her brows furrowed, creating deep lines on her forehead. "Where is my grandson?" she asked again.Ivy stood there dumbfounded. Damian had never told her that his grandmother was coming over today; in fact, he hadn't even mentioned her or any of his family to her, except during his last paranoid episodes.Ivy's shock deepened as she took in the woman's imposing presence. The woman's elegant outfit and sparkling jewelry screamed wealth and sophistication."Where is my grandson?" the woman demanded, her brows furrowed in displeasure.Ivy's mind raced. Damian had never mentioned his grandmother, let alone her visiting. Did he know she was coming and decide not to inform her?"Go, go, go, good morning, ma'am," she stammered, trying to articulat
Ivy heaved a deep sigh of relief when she saw Lucas approaching them.Once Lucas walked in and set his eyes on Madam Victoria, his breath caught in his throat. His whole body tensed, muscles rigid with fear. He had grown up with her and knew what they were in for if she stayed any longer.He quickly forced a small smile as he walked up to her. “Good morning, ma'am,” Lucas managed to say in a strained voice. “You didn't say you were coming over for the weekend.”Madam Victoria's expression remained icy. "Lucas, darling," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I see you're still as charming as ever but still unable to get yourself a woman.”Lucas forced a smile, but his eyes betrayed his unease. "I... I wasn't aware you were coming over, Grandmother," he stammered.Madam Victoria's smile grew wider. "Surprise, dear," she said, her voice laced with malice. "I've decided to stay for a while. Go get me your boss.”Lucas's eyes darted to Ivy, seeking reassurance. "I... I see," he replie
Ivy seethed with anger and humiliation as the doctor finished his examination. She couldn't believe the nerve of Madam Victoria, who seemed to think she had the right to treat her like a breeding animal.The doctor, seemingly oblivious to the tension, smiled and said, "Well, congratulations, Ivy, you're in good health. You're fit to carry a child."Madam Victoria's eyes lit up with excitement. "Excellent!" she exclaimed. "Then it's settled. You'll be carrying my grandson's child. But did you check her backbone well? I mean her waist also?""Yes, ma'am, I checked all that needed to be checked. I can assure you that she will carry your child well until delivery," the doctor replied.Madam Victoria smiled. "Good job, Doctor. Thank you for coming. Now you can go. Next, we will be needing new dresses for her."Ivy turned to her. "That won't be necessary; I have lots of dresses in my wardrobe," she said."Oh, you do, sweetheart?" Victo
Few minutes earlier..Leon walked around the hallway, his eyes scanning all the rooms, and finally, he saw the particular one he had been looking for. From the pink decorations on the door, he could tell it was Ivy's room; that was her favorite color. A smile spread across his face as he slowly opened the door and walked inside.Once inside, he made sure to close the door slowly and silently so no one would know he was in her room. Taking a good look around, he gulped as his eyes widened in shock at her wardrobe and the various accessories he saw. For the first time, a pang of guilt washed over him; he had never treated Ivy this well.He walked over to the wardrobe and checked out the multitude of clothes inside. After he was done, he walked over to the mirror and took a look at himself.Leon’s eyes widened as he gazed around Ivy's room, taking in the explosion of pink decorations and feminine touches. He had never seen her space before, and he wa
“Do you really want my uncle to know you were my bitch?” he continued. “I mean, not just my bitch, but you’re still willing to go back on your knees to call me daddy again, huh?”“How does that sound if it comes out, and everyone in that room knows of our little secret?”Ivy stood inches away from him, seemingly dumbfounded at what he was saying, while he enjoyed seeing that confused and shocked look marring her features. Her jaw almost dropped open at his words.Once he was done talking, the room fell into a heavy silence, as if everyone was holding their breath in collective surprise. Ivy was trying to figure out a way out of it; firstly, she knew she couldn't tell Damian that his supposed cousin and hand-picked donor was her ex-boyfriend.She walked away from Leon, shaking her head as she muttered, “No, I can't tell him that. I can't tell him that!”Leon suddenly burst out laughing. “What are you thinking about? There’s nothing to think about, Ivy. You can’t tell Damian that I was
After a few minutes, Leon was gone. Ivy quickly changed her outfit into something nice. She walked over to the mirror and took a good look at herself. “This should be good enough for her, right?”Looking at her arms, she sighed. “This is quite revealing, right? Oh, Ivy, you need to wear something nice and casual so she wouldn’t complain.”Ivy stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing her reflection. She had changed into a nice outfit but was now second-guessing herself. "This should be good enough for her, right?" she thought, tugging at the hem of her dress. But then she noticed how long the dress was. "Oh no, this is too much! She'll think I'm just too unfashionable."Ivy quickly rummaged through her closet, searching for something more casual. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt but then thought, "Wait, is this too casual? Will she think I'm not making an effort?"She sighed in frustration, feeling like she was in a fashion dilemma. "Why can't I just wear someth
With that, everyone left the sitting room, leaving just Madam Victoria and her grandson. As Ivy walked out, she scrutinized Damian. Rather than everyone concluding that he cleared the room because it was a private matter, he didn't really want everyone to know about his family's empire.But for Ivy, she could easily see his insecurities crawling all over his skin. She could tell that was the most important reason he cleared the room. He didn't want everyone to hear Madam Victoria spell out his flaws to their faces, especially Ivy's.Walking through the hallway, she slowed down her steps, hoping to hear any arguments or sentences, but she didn't hear anything. Meanwhile, Leon was in front of her, slowing down his own steps just to catch up with her.He turned around, realizing she was trying to eavesdrop, and remarked, “Don’t be dumb, Ivy; it’s soundproof. You won’t hear anything.”She defended herself. “What? What makes you think I’m trying to eavesdrop, huh?”He smiled. “I know you t